Pandemonium (Freewrite Day 95)

The lights were bright, and a classical piano music was playing. Jack adjusted his suit and glasses and started what he had been ordered to do: walk around and look at all the faces of the men in the hall even if it was for only a second.
All the men were wearing black suits. How was he going to know if he had already looked at someone?
Ahead, a man standing with a lady wearing a red dress stared at Jack as though he knew what Jack was up to—as if he knew the glasses had a camera and some officers were in a van outside the building monitoring all Jack was seeing.
His phone beeped and a message popped up on the screen.

He says that’s our target beside the lady in red. Get him!

Jack walked faster toward the man, ready to pull out his pistol. The man quickly took steps backward and reached into his jacket.
Pandemonium.